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Around lunch time on a Friday I drive into town to attend to my duties at an older peoples club, I can normally park close to the venue either in a car park or street parking ( a bit dearer). Today all the bays were full and the high street was heaving, now the question is ,where did all these people come from, mothers with kids that should have been in school, so many adults, they cannot all have been unemployed. I had to park half a mile away and walk, might just as well caught the bus with the great unwashed.
Gripe over.
Gripe over.
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Two pieces of string walk into a Toronto bar, hearing that there are bar bargains on the go, being Black Friday.
The bartender looks at them suspiciously. He says "Sorry, boys, we don't serve your kind here." So the pieces of string walk out again.
They're sitting in the gutter outside and feeling really thirsty when one piece of string, one stuey, says "Hey! I've got an idea to get me into the bar."
So stuey starts twisting and turning, wriggling this way and that, pulling out a few threads here and there. His mate's looking at him and thinks he's gone completely nuts.
Then the piece of string, stuey, walks back into the bar. The bartender looks at him a little suspiciously again and says "Here, you're not a bit of string, are you?"
The piece of string replies "No, I'm a frayed knot."
Two pieces of string walk into a Toronto bar, hearing that there are bar bargains on the go, being Black Friday.
The bartender looks at them suspiciously. He says "Sorry, boys, we don't serve your kind here." So the pieces of string walk out again.
They're sitting in the gutter outside and feeling really thirsty when one piece of string, one stuey, says "Hey! I've got an idea to get me into the bar."
So stuey starts twisting and turning, wriggling this way and that, pulling out a few threads here and there. His mate's looking at him and thinks he's gone completely nuts.
Then the piece of string, stuey, walks back into the bar. The bartender looks at him a little suspiciously again and says "Here, you're not a bit of string, are you?"
The piece of string replies "No, I'm a frayed knot."